What the scholar said made us start to air conditioner on our backs, no matter what the ancient box is, what it is used for, and what it is worth. Just talk about how this wooden box appears in the scholar's travel bag. On this issue, although I kept hurting the scholar, I believed him with great firm confidence in him. With my understanding of the scholar, he was definitely not the kind of person who wanted to be rich and to take care of him. Those things that were about to be lustful and cheated on him were more like what he did. The scholar and I decided to go to the hotel service desk to investigate, who had been there during the time we went out.

The front desk is a beautiful girl with a ponytail and a slim figure. This type is in line with the scholar's aesthetic view. As expected, the scholar rushed to the front desk before me in three steps with movements that were extremely inconsistent with his own figure. I have to admit that the scholar has made great achievements in communicating with the girl. After a few rounds, the girl was amused by the scholar and laughed endlessly. Of course, it also provided convenience for the investigation. The front desk girl carefully checked the visitor registration records and did not find anyone who had visited. So she turned on the built-in surveillance camera in the hotel and retrieved the video. Sure enough, when the scholar and I went out to Wangfujing at noon, there was a person wearing a hood and a mask on the face. The not-too tall came to me.

At the door of the room with the scholar, this person opened the door in a few seconds. After entering, he came out again after a few seconds, and then disappeared outside the monitoring range of the corridor. The front desk girl's face became ugly, and she kept apologizing to us, saying that she had lost her job, and asked if we had lost something, whether we needed to call the police. Of course, we couldn't let her call the police, and hurriedly explained that the person was actually our friend, and the room card we gave him to open the door was not nervous. The front desk girl was relieved. But the scholar and I both raised my heart. Who is this girl? It seems that he put the ancient box in the scholar's travel bag, and deliberately did not zip it up, and part of it leaked. It was obvious that she wanted us to see it.

When he returned to the room, the scholar said, "Mr. Xia, it seems that this place cannot be lived in. There is no free lunch in the world. Since that person brought the ancient box here, I think he must be unhappy. The meaning of Sajia is that we handed the ancient box to the police."

"How can we explain it when we send it back like this? Could it be that a ghost sent it to us?" I think instead of handing it over to the police, it is better to go to Zhengzhou first, see what the situation is and wait for an opportunity to act. The scholar thought about it and said that this is true.

Without further ado, we took action separately. The scholar was responsible for packing the hotel's things, and then going out to the West Station to buy a direct train ticket to Zhengzhou. I went back to my residence to get some things with me, and then met in the waiting hall. I took the train on time and talked no matter how I was going. After arriving in Zhengzhou, I changed the guest of the scholar and I, and changed it to a scholar to arrange my itinerary. He and I did not dare to go to the scholar's residence, but found a small hotel nearby to settle down. After a little rest, the scholar took me to take a taxi and headed straight to the police station. I thought this was

The man abandoned the secret and turned to the light, and wanted to explain to the organization. Unexpectedly, the girl did not hand over the ancient box at all, but made an appointment with the police station director for dinner. The meal was arranged in a private room in a large-scale hotel. She ordered a table of dishes and only three of us were eaten. The scholar introduced me and the director. The chief was surnamed Liu, who was over 40 years old, looked strong. I held the glass and toasted frequently. I said that my alcohol tolerance was considered to be of the upper class, and it was more than enough to deal with ordinary people. Seeing Director Liu's face was flushed and he looked a little drunk.

I took the opportunity to say, "Liu Suo, brother, I came to Baodi for a long trip. I was lucky enough to meet you, a noble man, and I was destined to be together. You and I hit it off at first sight, and I spoke in a slight manner. I told me a few strange cases you encountered, and I also had the capital to talk to the men in Beijing when I went back."

Su Liu clapped his hands and said, "You guy is right. I have been a police officer for more than 20 years and have encountered countless cases of big and small. Those brothers who have just joined the police have mostly encountered ordinary cases of stealing, gambling and fighting. I have encountered major cases of murder and setting fire. I have caught many murderers with my own hands, but at most they are considered major cases. If you want to talk about strange cases, you have to talk about the lost antiques some time ago..."

Director Liu was drunk and said a lot, and he always said a few times a day. In short, what the description was similar to what the scholar said to me. Now the police are investigating it with all their might and handling the case as a major case, but there are no valuable clues at the moment. The scholar listened and remained silent. After the wine shop broke up, I returned to the hotel room with the scholar. The scholar gave me a cigarette, lit one by myself, took a few sips, and said, "Mr. Xia, it seems that this ancient box cannot be sent back like this. If we leave it to the police like this, we can't wash it even if we jump into the Yellow River. You don't know that there are time limits for handling the case. If the case cannot be settled, the leaders of the Public Security Bureau will be punished. At this critical moment, we handed over the ancient box like this and couldn't explain the source. It is inevitable that we will end up as a scapegoat."

We discussed and thought we could not just send it back like this. At least we had to find the mysterious person who left the ancient box for us so that we could confess to the police together.

When I woke up the next morning, the scholar and I had breakfast. The scholar decided to go out and explore the situation. I was bored and played with an ancient box in the room. The wooden box had no other characteristics except for the special pattern and the appearance was simple. In modern society, this wooden box was of no value. But when the scholar said that this wooden box might have been produced in the pre-Qin era, I couldn't help but admire the intelligence of the ancients. While I was secretly admiring, the scholar opened the door with a slam and ran in panting. "Brother, can you keep a steady focus? Why do you always feel like you were chased by a wolf? If this goes on, you can go to the track and field competition."

The scholar's face looked extremely ugly, he gave me a blank look and said, "Mr. Xia, it's not good! Old Song is dead!"

"Old Song? Which old Song?" I couldn't turn my mind for a moment.

"It's the forensic doctor, the old Song who came to the car accident." It turned out that after breakfast, the scholar went out to continue to find out the progress of the case of the ancient box and the news. Unexpectedly, he actually heard that the forensic doctor, Lao Song, died in the dormitory of the unit in the early morning. What's even more terrifying is that it was rumored that Lao Song was dying in a very hideous way, and seemed to have encountered extremely terrifying things or suffered great pain before his death. The autopsy died of a heart disease. However, according to the scholar's understanding of him, Lao Song was still in good health and had never heard of him having a heart disease before. The police inspected the scene and found no traces of fighting or other people's entry. Finally, the case was closed on the grounds of his illness and death.

The scholar and I both thought that Lao Song's death was extraordinary, not as simple as the police said. Thinking of the truck driver who died twice and this inexplicable ancient box, we felt that something was wrong. After talking about it, it seemed that these things were closely related to this ancient box. It seemed that this ancient box should be the key to decryption. Since that was the case, we decided to study this wooden box carefully. At least we should know what this wooden box is for.

The scholar said that the wooden box was swaying and could not hear any sound, and there should be nothing inside. However, when the wooden box was poured out of the tomb by a mud mouse, it was called a box, and it must be used to store things. Since it was a box, it should be opened, but the scholar and I had played with it carefully before, but we did not find the mechanism to open it. I once thought that this was not a box, but should be called a "wood block". The scholar said that he knew an archaeology professor, whose surname was Xu Mingyang, who was in Zhengzhou. The professor had studied abroad for many years before, and after returning to China, he traveled around and went to many universities to communicate and study. At that time, he came to Zhengzhou, and the scholar had done it for him.

After an exclusive interview, the two met here. One was the archaeological master, the other was the uncrowned king; the other visited the ancient times to trace the origins, and the other criticized the current problems. Both of them were very interested in history, and they hit it off and got along. This wooden box is now a hot potato. You can neither go to the police just like this, nor can you easily know it. It is more appropriate to go to Professor Xu now. First, Professor Xu has a good relationship with the scholar and will not betray us. Second, Professor Xu has been abroad for many years and has only returned to China recently. The social relationship is relatively simple and there will be no news. Thinking about the joints here, the scholar and I put the ancient box in our travel bag and went straight to Professor Xu's dormitory at Guoqiang University.

Guoqiang University is located in Zhengzhou, Henan. The campus is very large, with a dense campus and high-rise buildings. It is very majestic. The History Department of Guoqiang University was one of the seven basic departments that were established at that time, and the archaeology major is the leading and strong major in the country. It seems that Professor Xu still wants to make achievements when he goes to Zhengzhou University. The scholar is familiar with the dormitory of the Department of Archaeology of the School of History of Guoqiang University. He took me around and then to Professor Xu's dormitory. It was a coincidence that Professor Xu did not go out without a task and was in the dormitory.

Professor Xu is very tall, over 1.8 meters tall, strong, and aged over 40 years old. He may be related to professionalism. His skin is dark, his hair is not much left. He wears a pair of frameless glasses. When he sees the scholar, he stretches out his big hands to hold the scholar, and says loudly: "Hey, where have you been to pick up girls for a long time?"

The archaeologists give me the feeling of being simple, taciturn, restrained and dull. Professor Xu's words subverted the image he had established in advance in my heart. However, on the other hand, it also shows that his relationship with the scholar is good, which makes my originally hanging heart much more stable.

The scholar introduced us to each other, and I raised my hand, "Professor Xu, I have long admired Daqie, I am lucky to meet you."

This guy was really good, and patted me on the shoulder, "Don't call me Professor Xu, I dare not be accused of it. Since you are a scholar's iron porcelain, that is, my buddy, just call me Lao Xu."

After the greetings, the scholar pushed the door that had been closed again, then grabbed Lao Xu's hand, lowered his voice and told Lao Xu about the whole story, asking Lao Xu to help identify the wooden box. Lao Xu was proficient in the history of the Qin and Han dynasties, and was even more good at archaeology of Qin and Han dynasties. Lao Xu took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put it on, and then carefully held the ancient box and checked it carefully. Time passed by minute by minute, and the scholar and I didn't dare to show off. Lao Xu frowned, pushed his glasses, and walked back and forth with the box for a while, then looked up and focused on thinking about something...
Chapter completed!